JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,95

My eyes lifted, though my mouth stayed on him; seeing him looking down at me, the slight smile on his face, the obvious pleasure in his eyes, made me burn with desire.

I pressed my tongue against the underside of his cock and tried to push my head farther down, but he was far too big for my experience level. I jumped back for air, pulling away from him.

“Don’t worry about that now. Just take what you can,” Jacob said, and pushed my head back down gently, but firmly. I nodded, licked my lips, and took him in my mouth again, this time trying to focus on the curve and feel of his cock. I began to slowly, carefully suck on him, moving my head up and down, trying to keep my eyes on his. He moaned again, long and low, then gripped my hair. I felt myself growing wetter as Jacob tensed beneath me; he sat up more and began to thrust into my mouth, forcing me to take a little more than I thought myself capable of— but I liked the pressure, the need, the want—

Jacob pulled my head away and looked down at me. He was panting, hungry, flushed.

“You’ll make me come,” he said.

“I want to,” I argued, and leaned back toward his cock again, not yet sucking though.

“Not before I fuck you,” Jacob said sternly, and I bit my lip in delight at the idea. I’d worked hard to get over the fact that last time seemed to be a one night stand, but even at my strongest, had always known I’d never shake the way Jacob made me feel in bed.

Jacob released me, then spun around to lie on his back on the couch. With his good arm, he motioned for me to climb on top of him. He reached down and let his fingers trail along my pussy and made a satisfied sound when he felt how wet I’d gotten sucking him. Then, he took his cock in his hand, and guided it to me, stopping just at my entrance.

“Go on,” Jacob said.

I took a breath, then sank my hips down, taking Jacob’s length into me. I gasped in pleasure and a tinge of pain, and Jacob groaned loudly as he filled me up.

“How did I not know you were a virgin, tight as you are?” he asked huskily, but the words dissolved when I began to slowly writhe my hips up and down, not pumping so much as riding. I leaned toward him so we were almost prone together, my hair spilling across Jacob’s broad shoulders; when I did this, his body ground against my clit, and what already felt sublime turned into something wickedly hot. Jacob wrapped an arm around me, slid his hand down my back, and spanked my ass just hard enough that it stung— and made me go faster.

I felt delirious now, like I’d been spun in circles; Jacob began to thrust slightly into me, picking up the pace as I began to build toward my climax. It was sweeping toward me, the heat, the pleasure—

I cried out, loud and shameless, as I came against him, his cock buried inside my pussy, my head buried into his neck. He pulled my hips tight against him as my body first locked up, then went limp with pleasure.

“Very nice,” Jacob murmured in my ear. I wanted to respond, but could do little more than pant against him, sweat glistening on my chest, building on my lower back. Jacob tilted my head up, then met my lips with his, softly at first, then coaxing my mouth open so my tongue could slip against his.

“A very nice start, anyhow,” Jacob said.

“What’s next?” I asked. Now that Jacob had my virginity, I found I wanted him to show me everything— to fuck me in every position, to make me come a thousand times, to teach me how to suck his cock, to run his tongue along my clit until I screamed. I didn’t simply want Jacob Everett to have my virginity— I wanted him to have all my firsts, in an almost primal way.

Jacob sat up, years of weight training giving him the abdominal strength to lift not only himself, but me to a sitting position. This made his cock push toward the front of my pussy; I squirmed in delight and surprise, but Jacob contained me with his good arm.

“I’ll tell you a secret, Sasha— this is the position I can’t help but come